Character development questions 7 for Harrit, 24 for Peter and 28 for Marcie, please?
These TLS asks make me so happy! <3
7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these?
Harrit is very physically intimidating from a human’s point of view; not only does he belong to a coalition of non-human races that have been at war with humanity for about seven hundred years, he’s almost seven feet tall, with four arms, four wings, horns, and a tail, with bone spurs jutting out all over the place. He’s average-sized for a male of his species, but in comparison to most humans, he’s a giant.
When he starts living with Eliza and Peter, he has to become very aware of his surroundings in ways that feel very alien and awkward to him: back home, he never had to worry about getting through doorways or corridors, or finding a bed that fit, or paying attention to where his wings are in relation to the decor (or other people) – but now that he’s spending so much time in environments that weren’t built with him in mind, he has to be hyper-aware to make sure his tail isn’t getting caught in doors and that he’s not clipping people in the head with his wings. Accidentally, at least (he still very much does it on purpose at times).
It’s embarrassing for him, and on top of that he feels that he has to hunch and make himself small so he doesn’t intimidate humans any more than he already does (it’s a good thing Eliza is about 5′11 and Peter is 6′1, because I don’t think the relationship would have worked out as well as it did if Harrit was constantly worrying he was intimidating them). He spends a lot of time frustrated and anxious about how he physically appears and hating how small everything is, until a) more Brazen start to filter into Eliza’s army/city/alliance, and b) Peter tells him to stop giving a shit, and to start being himself (in a much sweeter, more Peter-appropriate way).
And, with his wife and husband’s blessing, Harrit stands tall, and happily bludgeons his way through the corridors forever afterwards.
24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference?
Peter comes from a fairly privileged background; his great-grandfather sired a new line of Healers, and a powerful one at that, and Peter’s mother is the heir of a very prominent magical Irish family (seriously, Tessie is amazing and I really want to write a story about her because she’s so indomitable and fun and keeps having madcap screwball adventures all over the place). He and his brother, Daniel, are what passes for magical nobility in the TLS universe, so they’ve been trained in all the particulars of magical and social etiquette (and, thanks to Tessie, all the ways to subvert and manipulate that etiquette).
In spite of all his social obligations, with Peter, what you see is pretty much what you get. He doesn’t need to play any society games, because his path is pretty much set; he can afford to be polite and kind and gentle to everyone, because being a Healer means that he works with everyone, regardless of alliances or grudges. A Healer is one of two roles in the TLS universe that can completely disregard social conventions (the other being witches, for very different reasons), so Peter can just be himself. And that self is of a gentle, intelligent, generous man, who later becomes a gentle, intelligent, generous, expasperated-to-the-point-of-despair man when he falls in love with two of the most impulsive adrenaline junkies to ever jump off a cliff.
28. What are they likely to do if they have the opportunity, resources, and time to accomplish it? Why?
Overall, Marcie is pretty darn content with where she is. For someone who doesn’t have a lot of magical firepower, she’s risen pretty high in the military hierarchy; she’s well-respected, she’s trusted, and she’s able to pick and choose her assignments.
If she didn’t have her military duties (or, later, her Eliza-related duties), she would love to sit down and write military histories. Marcie is the kind of person who reads military strategy for fun, and who likes to replay ancient battles to see if she could improve them (do not play Risk with Marcie; she takes it way too seriously and has a reputation for playing games that take days to finish). She’s particularly interested in Genghis Khan, but she will also talk about the Saxons for hours if an interested party is involved.
(One of her favorite books is Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Marcie would be very popular with turians, let me tell you.)
She would also like to be left alone long enough to finish just one knitting project, but with Eliza around, that seems…unlikely.
Though he felt himself eventually in delirium he hadn’t experienced in so
long, it didn’t help.
The first thing the archers did was argue. They took their time as they
went over the particulars, debating with each other over a simple thing: Push
or pull? Their words barely registered in Yi’s mind as he sipped at his drink,
but a sigh still left him as he heard their banter.
“You don’t pull an arrow back out, stupid.” Terrius scoffed, “You’ll
wreck him on the inside more than we’re already going to wreck him pushing it
“I was just saying…” The other archer meekly began, coming into Yi’s
peripherals, “… That there’s less shaft to go through one way than the other.
If it’s already healed, then I don’t think it’ll—“ Blindsided, the man flinched
as Terrius came into Yi’s sights and softly backhanded him across the head,
“All we need to do is cut away the fletching, shave away the bulk of the
shaft, cut it maybe, and then… figure out how we push it through. It’s that
easy. It’s going to be the same length either way.”
“That doesn’t sound easy.”
“It’ll be fine!” A firm hand met Yi’s bare shoulder, throwing him
slightly off his knelt balance. The mess of off colour and blurry shapes seemed
friendly enough at least, “Are you still with me, Master Yi?”
“That’s good. Stay with me a little bit though, and don’t get alcohol
I really don’t get what the fuck happened, man. Like, it used to be the “big, bad adults” and their conservative values trying to take away everything that us kids loved, because they thought it was “corrupting” us. It had been that way for decades, at least since my parents’ time. My folks were hippies–they went through the same shit, and way, way worse than any teen has it now (they used to send my dad home because his hair was too long, then sent him home again because of his sideburns). During my childhood, we even had anthems against it (”We’re Not Gonna Take It” comes to mind). And science eventually came to our side, showing “Oh, hey–these comic books, songs, movies and games aren’t making kids into depraved, Satanic sociopaths!”.
Now we’ve got these teenagers going around acting like yesterday’s Mr. and Mrs. Wilson in your grandma’s church group decrying all works of fiction as sins against morality.
And why? Literally over shipping fictional characters. That’s what it always, ALWAYS comes down to. Personally, I blame social media. These fucks don’t go outside, they don’t socialize, and they don’t meet people besides outcasts like themselves. Like, go outside and roll down a hill, oh my god. Seriously, it’s fun. Talk to nice old people at bus stops. Smile at children. THINKING ABOUT FICTIONAL CHARACTERS FUCKING EACH OTHER 24/7 IN PLACE OF HAVING AN ACTUAL LIFE SHOULD NOT BE TURNING PEOPLE INTO GODDAMN FASCISTS.